The model of "Xintianyou" simulating campus life

The form of Xintianyou imitates campus life as follows:

Article 1:

In the spring diary, spring is good in March, peach blossoms float with the wind, flowers are in full bloom, and flocks of birds fly to the treetops. The footsteps are soft and graceful, the birds are singing in the breeze, and the fragrant soil is here.

Article 2:

At school, peach blossoms are red and willow leaves are green, and spring comes at ten o'clock. A tree is blooming, the red flag is floating on the flag platform, a flock of birds are flying in the tree, a teenager walks into the school, and the class is thousands of miles away from the door, so it is not enough to run one step less. Amy came into the classroom panting. Amy stood at the door early, grinning in front of her eyes and laughing in her ears. Amy smiled at you.

The next retribution is you, a pencil-box with white compasses, sitting on the podium in Maliang, Guo Song, with the table opened and the exam started. There is an English lesson and a self-study lesson. Before The monitor on duty came to power, the monitor was in a mess. The class was over for five minutes, and then he was absent for a period of time. After class, he packed his bag and ran outside. The curved moon hung a tree, as if on the road.

Article 3:

Speaking of learning, a new day and a new atmosphere, the sun shines on me. Niu Mo never complained. If you want to get ahead, you must be able to stand loneliness. Studying hard and challenging, pay attention to rest. The road to learning is a long way, and I will never forget you. All the way is difficult and hard, and I dare to call the sun and the moon for a new day. The scenery of the four seasons takes turns, and flowers and trees change into new clothes. Red flags are singing on the playground, and the future is bright and beautiful.

Article 4:

Praise the motherland, a thousand voices are calling for you, mother, and the motherland is moving forward. Pieces of grain are growing well, and that fertile black land is a treasure. Compatriots in mountainous areas burst into laughter, and the poverty alleviation policy was effective. A building is put on new clothes, and a railway depends on the people. Compatriots of the motherland are heart to heart, hand in hand, shouting and marching forward. Full of words are hidden in my heart, and I don't know where to start at the moment.